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Theodore Carlton Hunsaker?

That's quite a mouthful.

Family came over on the Mayflower, huh? They wanted to, but they missed a boat

by about 222 years.

What should I call you, Ted?

TC. We got a speeder coming up on the right, John.

Yeah?

Well,

they said you were good before you transferred from cruisers.

Did you see his records?

I don't even know why Contreras bothered to have John ride him around.

Everybody gets ridden around when they go from cars to bikes. You know,

probation. Yeah?

Yeah. Well, in Hunsaker's case, it was just a formality.

The guy never makes mistakes.

Hey, everybody makes mistakes.

I don't care how great they are, sooner or later.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, if this were a pool, I'd take later.

Latest.

Well, I'll take sooner, Grossie.

He's bound to mess up at least once by the end of next week. Say, Friday

morning. Got you.

Friday a.m. Okay.

Yeah, I think we got something going here.

I don't know. You guys really want to bet on how quick a new guy does

something wrong?

Hey, you're not talking about anything big.

I mean, a guy with Hunsaker's reputation, he doesn't do that kind of

fella. You better not, Grossy.

He's out with my partner.

Okay, we're the fastest way.

Eastbound Ventura Freeway to Hollywood Freeway North.

From the off-ramp to the right-hand lane of Riverside Drive, Camarillo Street

exit.

Watch out, John! Look out!

That was no accident.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I'll call it in on the rating.

Stay on your box or your backup. We'll know you're 20, all right? Sure you're

all right.

All right. Come on, TC. Go on before you lose.

Go on.

15 Mary 3.

Any backup for her?

He's fine.

Flood help.

Relax.

in the vicinity of Foothill Boulevard and Roxbury.

7 Mary 3 is involved in a possible 1199.

We may need assistance.

Units responding, identify.

7 Mary 4 responding.

We can't say what the trouble is. Negative, Mary 4. Transmission broken.

Unable to copy.

What happened to Mary 3 Adam?

Mary 3 Adam in pursuit of hit-and-run suspect.

Larkland Terrace heading west.

Backup units can intercept where Larkland hits Fairport.

How is he?

Nothing broke as far as I can tell.

John? Hey, John.

John, it's me, Punch.

John, can you hear me?

Give me a hand, Punch.

No, no, man, don't move, all right? Just stay put. Don't push it, all right?

Suspect turning right onto Clarington.

Lady, will you move it? That's a hit-and-run driver.

It's stalled.

Just pull up, won't you?

I'm in reverse. All right, ma'am. I'm sorry.

Mary 3, Adam, suspect, last seen doubling back off of Clarington onto

Hungerford Avenue, breaking off. I feel terrible. If the radio hadn't been

turned up so loud, I probably could have heard you, and I could have stopped.

Come on, let's roll.

I'll escort.

Is it bad?

Why didn't you stick around and find out?

He was on his feet when I left him, Ponch. He told me to go after the guy.

He called it in.

He didn't look hurt to you or anything, huh?

Shaken up, yes.

Hurt? He said he... Don't you have any instinct?

Walking wounded, he called it in.

been baker's partner how many years sure he'd have the instincts i gotta take

jonathan's word hey look uh don't worry about it okay i guess i'd be a little

jumpy if he was my partner too

It worked like a charm.

Your timing was perfect.

I know.

Did you kill him?

The bike hit him pretty hard.

But I'm not sure.

I wish I saw it.

Robert saw it.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

Your eyes are his TV camera.

Don't get smart.

I'm just trying to get you to feel what it's like to be identical.

You didn't have a pain every time Robert had a pain?

I had a pain when he died.

Okay. So we fake that Corsican brother stuff a lot.

We had a lot of laughs.

When those two cops ran him into that wall.

I hurt, too.

I was his wife.

But you don't hear him talking to you in the middle of the night like I do.

And I promised him.

See, I told you, it's not so simple, is it? I'll get it.

See this red piece here? All I have to do is turn it around.

Oh,

I'm not so sure about that.

No?

Hmm.

You want to try it?

That thing's had me climbing the walls for two days.

How'd you do that?

Don't work so hard on the trees, Grossy. Concentrate on the forest.

Hi, everybody.

Hey, Ponch. Hey, Ponch. How's John?

Slight concussion.

Shoulder sprain, they said.

He should be out of there by tomorrow.

Great. I'm glad to hear that, Ponch.

Listen, TC, I was a little hard on you out there.

John did tell me he told you to go after that turkey.

And, well, I guess I didn't win the pool on you after all.

You guys are betting on me to mess up?

Well, we just figured your reputation was a little exaggerated.

How many are in this pool?

Let's see.

Nearly everyone on the shift.

What's left?

Tuesday afternoon and Friday afternoon.

I'll take Friday.

Hope you don't feel insulted.

Flattered is what I feel.

Is that modest?

Is that gracious?

No wonder Bond's making him guest of honor at our Sunday barbecue.

Barbecue? Oh, welcome to the squad celebration.

What do you say?

I'd love it. What time?

We did about six.

Uh-oh. I'm gonna have to be a little late. I hope that's okay.

Sure, if that's the way it's gotta be.

President wants him in Washington to advise him on the Middle East. Now,

look, there's this concert.

Right. Bob Seger's at Hollywood Bowl.

No, they're broadcasting the symphony concert from London tonight, and I just

gotta be home to tape it.

You're gonna be late because of Beethoven?

Havergal Bryan's Gothic Symphony.

Well, that makes a difference.

Havergal. Yeah, Gothic Symphony. Old heavy.

Must be some symphony. Half the state of California's supposed to be in the

choir. Sounds loud.

I hope he's not one of those guys that go around putting on airs.

Yeah, never did put anything on me.

And he didn't talk about opera or anything?

Never had a chance. We were too busy.

Then my secret admirer showed up in his van.

It wasn't his van.

License check turned it up stolen.

Yeah, I'm real surprised.

Hey, I got to go. I got to pick up Karen and get out to Bonnie's Barbecue.

Well, Karen, Karen Bannister, you finally got a date with her, huh?

It only took me three months, man.

Yeah.

Well, have a good time, would you?

Is this where they're honoring what's-his-name, that brilliant, easy

-going, erudite, yet humble?

Do you see?

Yes. Come on in.

I think you probably know everybody.

Or almost everybody.

And the food's right here. Thank you. Except for what's on Gross' plate.

Oh, my, my. Thanks a lot.

Excuse me. TC, you're here soon as expected.

What, did they cancel the concert or something? That's only two hours long,

Gross. TC!

Hey, how you doing, Fonch? Hey, have a good time.

TC Hunsaker, Karen Bannister. Hello.

Hi, what's only two hours long? Oh, the Gothic Symphony. It's a very rare piece

of classical music.

Yeah, by Harvick O'Brien.

He has those marvelous choral movements.

I thought they were broadcasting that next Friday. No, sorry. It was tonight.

Oh, no. Did you tape it, I hope? I sure did. Reel to reel and cassette.

Oh, was it beautiful?

It was great.

Would you like me to run a little interference?

I bet you could get him into the kitchen somehow or another.

Let him talk, Bonnie.

I'm the one that's taking it home.

Podge?

Hey.

I just wanted to tell you, I think I let the conversation I had with Karen go on

way too long, and I just, uh... Hey, hey, I enjoyed listening to all that.

I learned something, all right?

I'll see you Monday, okay? Thanks.

Don't start the car, Podge. Get Karen out of there.

Come on, man, what now?

Last time I saw this was in the army.

Demolition. It's the insulation off a detonator wire.

Get out of the car, Karen. Something wrong?

Honey, get out of the car.

Combination plastique and dynamite.

There's enough explosive here, Frank, to create a crater ten feet wide.

GC thinks it was wired by a pro.

Maybe somebody in military demolitions.

Yeah, it's worth considering.

Look, uh, give me some names, you know? People you've arrested, uh... People who

said they'd get even, or, uh... Well, I don't know. You tell me.

What do you think I've been thinking about all weekend, Sarge?

We figured we'd go over doing our patrol this morning.

Uh-uh. Baker's gonna be in the file room this morning. He's gonna be there this

afternoon, all week if need be.

He's going over every single case you and he ever worked on.

The computer could do that.

The computer can't tell us who might be carrying a grudge for you.

John's really gonna like being cooped up down there.

You should have heard him when he was in the hospital.

Well, look, he took a pretty rough tumble out there. I don't think I want

him on the road for a while.

Anyway, let's let our...

He's halfway home for a while.

Sure, why not?

I'll be playing target out there on the beat.

Well, Hunsaker will back you up.

Okay.

Well, Frank, try to show a little enthusiasm.

This is the officer that saved your life.

Don't get me wrong, Sarge. He's as good a cop as they come.

Then what's the wrinkle?

Does he have to be as good as they come all the time?

Uh, I don't get it.

Well, the guy graduates at the top of his academy class.

On the pavement, it's like he's got eyes in the back of his head.

And if you want to know about something, he'll tell you more than you wanted to

know. I mean, if he wasn't so perfect, maybe the rest of us would feel more

comfortable.

Uh-huh.

So, uh, you mean having such a good example around is cramping your style?

No, that's not it.

We're not machines out there, Sarge. We depend on each other.

A little snafu now and then kind of makes us feel human.

Kind of puts us in touch with each other.

I read you.

I just hope when T.C. does fumble out there that you treat him just like

everybody else, hmm?

You know I will.

Hey, Ponch.

TC's gonna come bowling with us tomorrow night.

That's terrific.

Yeah, hey, you better watch out. He promised to sharpen up my game.

Looks like you got your work cut out for you.

Hey, thanks a lot.

Hey, well, listen, it's been a while since I rolled a line, so don't expect

too much.

Sounds like a setup to me.

Uh, catch you later.

Just figure something out. If you were just a little arrogant, a little self

-centered, you'd be a little easier to take, you know?

That's the last shot he's gonna take at me. Ponch, wait.

Ponch.

Ponch, he's just a deuce. I spotted him.

I spotted him weaving while we were talking.

Ponch, stop it. He could still be the guy that came with John.

Ponch, different face, different band. How many guys you think are after you?

Maybe you better take this one.

I better... I better call an ambulance.

All right, over you go.

Put your right hand on the top of your head.

Hey, John.

Hey, Sarge.

Any possibles yet?

A lot of possibles, but not many logicals.

Since when is murder logical?

Yeah.

How's Ponch doing?

He and TC thought they had a suspect this morning. They didn't.

Well, at least they're out in clean air and sunshine.

I don't know, John.

At least you don't have any vans coming at you in here.

Thanks.

like lunchtime definitely today i buy i accept well i choose the restaurant

all right but please cc i'm always up and expanding my horizons you know but

nothing too fancy trust me

All right.

How often do you eat in this place? As often as I can.

You don't look like Grossman.

Well, you hang out at the donut shop. You look like Grossman.

How you feeling?

I'm better.

Thank you.

I've got one question, though.

You were so sure that deuce in the van wasn't coming for me. I told you, I saw

him weaving.

Yeah, well, he could have been setting up an alibi.

A man's slaughter pays a lot less than murder one.

Your man's not gonna come after you in a van again, Ponch, not after missing

John.

Now he's clairvoyant. No, it stands to reason. The van didn't work for the guy.

He's too aggressive to try the same thing twice.

It's all a matter of taste.

Oh.

I'm gonna drive this car to the open field alongside Foothill Boulevard.

Yeah, I know where that is.

And then leave it.

Abandoned. Right.

I'm going to take this package and wire it on the inside.

The minute Poncherello goes to open up the door, check out the car, boom.

How can you be sure it'll be him?

Because you are going to lead him there.

Hey, partner.

How you doing, John?

Hey, Punch. Sit down. I want to show you something, okay?

Here it is. Beck.

Remember Robert Beck?

We chased him after he robbed that mom-and-pop grocery store near the

Cypress on-ramp?

When was that?

Three years ago?

Four years ago. Remember he lost control, hit the wall on Fifth?

Yeah, but he can't be after us now. He was dead on arrival at County General.

Yeah, he was, but his twin brother wasn't.

Then that's it.

He said it was all our fault because we went after his brother in the first

place. Yeah, he was screaming for justice.

And he knows explosives.

Army demolitions.

T.C. scores again.

Well, it's a good chance, but, uh, Sarge is going to check it out with all the

other possibles.

Well, listen, I got to go. Catch you later.

Hey, uh, Punch, did, uh, T.C. make a winner out of anybody yet?

Are you kidding?

You would have heard about it.

Good. That means I still have a chance then.

I gotta go. See you later.

Well, tell me, Ponch, when do I get a chance to corrupt your taste with a trip

to that Picasso exhibit?

Hey, I don't think I'm quite ready for three-eyed women yet.

Go for it, now.

I'll take it.

You're going to need your license and registration, ma'am.

I admit I was going fast, officer, but I do have a reason.

You're allowed to plead guilty with an explanation when you appear in court.

But don't you want to hear why I had to drive like that?

If it's a matter of life or death, yes, I do.

Is it life or death?

No, officer.

I couldn't really say it was life or death.

Please drive under the speed limit.

It's your life, too.

Thanks.

I think I know that woman. Yeah? From where?

Can't remember.

I saw an exhibit like this once at the Museum of Modern Art.

Abandoned dream.

I laid out a couple of million for it.

Bet they wouldn't pay much for this one.

You know, it's funny. That lady could have pulled over a couple hundred yards

back. Yeah, but she didn't. She just kept right on moving until she got to

here, by this car.

I got it.

She was the lady in the station wagon that cut in front of me when I was

chasing that van that swiped John.

Same woman?

Look at her face, Ponch, and I remember the glasses.

That was the door handle?

Hey, I'm just warming up.

It's a nice night. You sure you want to try bowling with that shoulder?

Oh, yeah. And I promise you I won't ask you for a handicap.

Well, let's hear it. What did you uncover on Robert Beck's twin brother?

Uh, he's dead, Hutch.

I figured that one had fizzled.

He was killed in some sort of industrial accident about two months after his

brother hit that wall.

That's great.

Perfect. Some jerk's out there gunning for us.

We don't have the slightest idea why.

Yeah, it really gives you a secure feeling, doesn't it?

I'll tell you one thing I'm going to do before I roll ball one down that alley

is ask TC to check that nobody put plastique in the thumb hole.

And then I'm going to bowl my usual 220 and make him look like an ordinary human

being like the rest of us.

There you go.

Okay, Robert.

This is gonna be it.

This is for you. Just do it!

Move it! Move it! Come on!

We'll wait till they come out.

Garbage again.

But it's consistent garbage.

You've got a natural look.

Yeah, well, too bad the lanes aren't curved.

Now, look, all you have to do is compensate on your delivery. And relax.

Don't choke up, huh? Thanks a lot, Harlan. You made my day. Harlan's

analysis is right, but I suggest you forget it. Now, that's the best

suggestion I've heard all evening. Now, look, Artie.

Think, Sam.

The mind becomes the target.

The will becomes the motion.

Look, they're already falling.

I can do it.

You already have.

There's nothing you're not good at, is there? Oh, sure there is. Lots of

things. Astrophysics, molecular biology.

I never did get a handle on pre-Socratic metaphysics.

Yeah, we'll take your word for it.

And there's another thing.

I don't have much luck keeping friends.

No, I don't have much luck making friends.

I don't know, my shoulder's a little stiff.

It's just a matter of watching and waiting now.

But this time, Lena, we're going to get him for sure.

For the millionth time, how was I supposed to know that Poncherella would

have the same partner Baker did?

Don't forget, I want him dead as much as you do.

Where are you going?

To get some cigarettes. Do you mind?

Well, don't you want me to get? No, you just stay right here, all right?

I'll be right back.

I'm putting you back on the road tomorrow.

I figure anybody who can beat me at bowling can handle himself on the

highway. All right. See you later.

What does it take to make you die?

Maiden name, Lena Williams.

Married Robert Beck, August 8, 1974.

So you weren't so far off when you thought it had to be Robert Beck's

brother. I guess we just don't think of women as being so deadly.

She seems to have learned about explosives from books in her late

brother-in-law.

Anyway, this pretty much closes this case.

Have fun on the freeways, fellas.

Wait a minute, Sarge. How could she have been driving the van that ran me down,

the one that T.C. chased?

Because she was the woman in the station wagon, right?

We're way ahead of you, boys.

Lena Beck was asked that exact question pretty early on.

Well, go on, Sarge. Keep us on the hook.

The driver of the van was somebody she paid, a family friend from back east who

got cold feet and flew home fast.

Uh, we have inquiries with the police back there. But until we get

confirmation, don't drop your guard, huh?

You know what I feel like?

I feel like the world is back in one piece again.

I'd just like to hear the final word on that Beck woman's story.

Right, but I was thinking about you and me.

I hate to admit it, but I'd much rather ride the beat with you than be stuck in

some file room.

Well, I think it calls for a little celebration, partner.

Yeah? How about lunch?

Exactly. And I'll bet you know just the spot.

Now, how'd you guess that, huh?

Hey, I thought you knew all the good salsa spots.

Chuck up another one for T.C.

Last time I saw T.C. was under 300 tons of paperwork this morning.

That's a pencil time to get through when you finish probation.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, are these hot?

Like T.C. says, it's a matter of taste.

Oh, is that a fact?

Two.

What, uh, what was that dish you ordered?

Carne de la campitera.

Carne de la campitera?

Huh?

Yeah. Well, remind me not to order it again, would you?

Hey, by the way, how's your shoulder?

That's a lot better.

Sard? Completed my evaluation reports.

Everything in triplicate. New York informs us that all Lena Beck's

statements about our accomplice are bogus. Doesn't make sense.

No, none at all.

Hope everything's in order.

Triplicate.

Triplicate. Huh?

Triplicate. Don't you get it? Get what?

Oh, I'm surprised at you.

Triplets.

We have to get in touch with a certain county registrar back east. To see if

the late Robert Beck had one identical brother or two. Right.

98, 97.

You got a speeder, 70 plus, coming up on the right.

behind this punch.

Looks like the same fan that hit me.

Slow down and let him pass.

The Mary 3 and 4 pursued a reckless fan 210 east of Yarnell.

Are you sure?

Thanks. Right.

John, we think there's a Beck brother still out there gunning for you. Do you

read?

Both of them are dead.

You're not going to believe this, but we have confirmation of a third brother, a

triplet. Keep your eyes and ears open.

Got it.

while the road is clear.

Three of a kind.

Well, remember this face, because you're going to see it again.

We can wait the 20 years.

Want to call it in?

Pleasure.

Well, TC, you now have official class one status as a motor officer. All

right. Congratulations.

Thanks, folks.

Beginning to feel like home around here.

Okay, now for something really important.

Uh, yeah, like who won the pool?

Well, I can't tell you who won, but I can tell you when T.C. made a real

beaut.

When?

Come on, Sarge, let's have it.

Well, you have to admit that I just about laid that triplet idea in your lap

and you didn't even pick up on it.

Well, what can I say?

You should have come up with it in the first place.

Well, who won?

Ah, yes. Friday afternoon.

Grossy.

The winner is... Theodore Carlton Hunsacker.